Going To A Town

I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down.
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced.
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down.
I'm so tired of America.
I'm gonna make it up for all of the Sunday Times.
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
That never really seem to want to tell the truth.
I'm so tired of you, America.
Making my own way home.
Ain't gonna be alone.
I got a life to lead.
America.
I got a life to lead.
Tell me. Do you really think you go to hell for having loved.
Tell me. And not for thinking everything that you've done is good.
I really need to know.
After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood.
I'm so tired of America.
I really need to know.
I may just never see you again, or might as well.
You took advantage of a world that loved you well.
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down.
I'm so tired of you, America.
Making my own way home.
Ain't gonna be alone.
I got a life to lead.
America.
I got a life to lead.
I got a soul to feed.
I got a dream to heed.
And that's all I need.
Making my own way home.
Ain't gonna be alone.
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down.

(Rufus Wainwright)

Ten Cent Pistol

Well he ran around
Late at night
Holding hands
Makin' light
Of everything
That came before
But there she was
Behind the door

She hit them with
Her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
She hit them with
Her ten cent pistol
And they never were the same

There's nothing worse
In this world
Than payback from
A jealous girl
The laws of man
They don't apply
When blood gets in
A woman's eye

Well she hit them with
Her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
She hit them with
Her ten cent pistol
And they never been the same

Stars did fall
Thunder rolled
Bugs crawled back
In their holes
The couple screamed
But it was far too late
A jealous heart
Did retaliate

She hit them with
Her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
Well she hit them with
Her ten cent pistol
And they never been the same

Oh the same

Oh the same

Never been the same

(The Black Keys)

São Sete Voltas Para a Muralha Cair

A ESTRATÉGIA É SIMPLES, NÃO SE CONTAM OS MEIOS
ESTA É UMA GUERRA QUE SE GANHA DE RODEIOS
NO ALTO DA FORTALEZA ELES ATÉ PODEM RIR
UMA VOLTA DADA P'RA MURALHA CAIR

CONTRA OS TIJOLOS MARCHAM AS CANÇÕES
PARECEMOS TOLOS MAS TEMOS OS REFRÕES
É ASSOBIANDO P'RO AR QUE VAMOS INSISTIR
DUAS VOLTAS DADAS P'RA MURALHA CAIR

NÃO É A GEOESTRATÉGIA QUE DIZ
MAS A HOSPITALIDADE DA MERETRIZ
PRENDAM OS CLIENTES, DEIXEM A POBRE SAIR
TRÊS VOLTAS DADAS P'RA MURALHA CAIR

NÃO TEMOS QUARTEL, DORMIMOS NO ARRAIAL
ORQUESTRA DE SOPROS SEM PAUTA MUSICAL
AO AR-LIVRE É QUE GOSTAMOS DE NOS OUVIR
QUATRO VOLTAS DADAS P'RA MURALHA CAIR

NÃO HÁ BATERIA, BAIXO, GUITARRA, MICROFONE
NA TROMBETA TEMOS O NOSSO PROTO-TROMBONE
HAJA BOCA P'RA SOPRAR E PÉS P'RA FUGIR
CINCO VOLTAS DADAS P'RA MURALHA CAIR

UM AGRUPAMENTO QUE NINGUÉM ATURA
O SOM NÃO ENTRETEM, O SOM SÓ DESMURA
NÃO É PARA EMBALAR É MESMO P'RA DEMOLIR
SEIS VOLTAS DADAS P'RA MURALHA CAIR

É AGORA OU NUNCA ENCHAM OS PULMÕES
É MESMO P'RA GRITAR SEM CONTEMPLAÇÕES
DE JERICÓ NEM UMA PEDRA VAI RESISTIR
SÃO SETE VOLTAS P'RA MURALHA CAIR

(Tiago Guillul)

Stolen Roses

There once was a time when I was a girl
That darkness hung in my sky
I was old before I learned to be young
Stone cold till I learned how to cry
And the weeds in the ground
Had grew up through my skin
Forsaking the loss of girl's heart
I would go where the stolen roses grow
To forget that I had fell apart

The thorns on the roses cut through my skin
The vultures flew down in their pack
What lay on the surface was a tiny crack
And below was a gigantic wreck
So I held my head down and delt with the gloat
And hope that I'd soon be free
To go where the stolen roses grow
To forget all the bad memories

I would go where the stolen roses grow

And the weeds in the ground
Had grew up through my skin
Forsaking the loss of girl's heart
I would go where the stolen roses grow
To forget that I had fell apart

I would go where the stolen roses grow

(Karen Elson)

You Came To Me

Invite your sister
into the garden
all cannot play
fist full of wild flowers
hand picked by someone
who nearly fell

friend foe or feather
if we roll together
give my gift to you
in all kinds of weather
if not now not ever
please do not go

hands over your eyes
recalling your size
is it the right time
for the game we play
in all kinds of weather
if not now not ever
this is the right time
for a holiday

you came to me
in my dreams
and you spoke of everything
sweeter than the days that I was breathing
how on earth did anything...

(Beach House)

Lusíadas

Este é o nosso triste fado,
Do vamos andando e do pobre coitado
Velha canção em que a culpa é do estado
Por ser o espelho do reinado
E a história, por mais do que uma vez
Foi mais cruel que a de Pedro e Inês
Levou-nos o que tanta falta nos fez,
Sem deixar razões ou porquês

Temos fuga ao fisco, estradas de alto risco
Temos valiosos costumes e tradições
Que eu não percebo, se nos maldizemos, quais as razões?
Temos chico-espertos, burlas e protestos
Temos tantos motivos p'ra sorrir
Que eu nem imagino qual será a desculpa que vem a seguir...

Gosto tanto deste país, só não entendo o que o faz feliz
Se é rir da miséria de outros, quando a vemos
Ou chorar da nossa própria, quando a temos
Gosto tanto deste país, só não entendo quando ele se diz
Senhor de um futuro maturo, duro mas seguro
Eu juro que ainda não o vi

Os queixumes, sei-os de cor
Endereçados, a Nosso Senhor
Intercalados, com suspiro ou dor
De um bom sofredor.
Dentro de momentos, seguem-se os lamentos
Não há dinheiro p'rós medicamentos
Não há dinheiro p'ra tanto sustento
Tão longe vão outros tempos

(Anaquim)

Your Hands (Together)

Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet make me
Put-put-put your heads together
For the cause and cure we're waiting

Digging through and past the center
Of the earth go straight
Play the scientist and vandal
Sweating either way

Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet make me
Put the voice of the idol maker
Rising definite and shaking

Pick your gift for accident for
Wrapped it in skintight
Pull the strings that make this thing
You pushed with all your might

Crude plays they used to stage (oh my)
You've saved the best for later (oh my)
Crude plays, and yet they made you mine (Mine)
(You're mine, mine
All mine, mine, all mine)

Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet make me
Put-put-put your hands together
For the future perfect waiting

You can only cover so much territory of course
Belting carols at the sun about the things you've lost

Put-put-put your hands together
For the cause and cure is calling
Put-put-put your hands together
For the silver bullet falling

Digging through and past the center
Of the earth go straight
Play the scientist and vandal
Sweating either way

Crude plays they used to stage (oh my)
You've saved the best for later (oh my)
Crude plays, and yet they made you mine (mine)
(You're mine, mine
All mine, mine, all mine)

(The New Pornographers)

The Dancing Bear

Oh, it's fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
The dancing bear ran away with me;
For the organ-grinder he came to town
With a jolly old bear in a coat of brown.
And the funny old chap joined hands with me,
While I cut a caper and so did he.
Then 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
I looked at him, and he winked at me,
And I whispered a word in his shaggy ear,
And I said, "I will go with you, my dear."

Then the dancing bear he smiled and said,
Well, he didn't say much, but he nodded his head,
As the organ-grinder began to play
"Over the hills and far away."
With a fiddle-de-dum and a fiddle-de-dee;
Oh, I looked at him and he winked at me,
And my heart was light and the day was fair,
And away I went with the dancing bear.

Oh, ’tis fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
The dancing bear came back with me;
For the sugar-plum trees were stripped and bare,
And we couldn't find cookies anywhere.
And the solemn old fellow he sighed and said,
Well, he didn't say much, but he shook his head,
While I looked at him and he blinked at me
Till I shed a tear and so did he;
And both of us thought of our supper that lay
Over the hills and far away.
Then the dancing bear he took my hand,
And we hurried away through the twilight land;
And 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee
When the dancing bear came back with me.

(Natalie Merchant)

The Way Young Lovers Do

We strolled through fields all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
There in the sunshine
In the sweet summertime
Oh the way that young lovers do

I kissed you on the lips once more
We said goodbye at your front door
There in the nighttime
Love, that's the right time
Oh to feel the way that young lovers do

And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were and the
Way that we wanted to be
And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that i was for you
And that you were for me
And then we long to dance the night away
Turned to each other, saying 'i love you, baby i love you'
Oh the way that young lovers do
Lovers do...
Do, do, do, do...

The way young lovers do
Do, do, do, do...

The way young lovers do...

And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way
That we wanted to be
And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that i was for you
And you were for me
Oh baby, baby.
And then we long to dance the night away
And turned to each other, saying 'i love you, baby i love you'
Oh the way...

I held her with her looking down
And i kissed her, with the snow falling down
In the street light
It was a sweet light
And the way that young...
Oh, the way that young lovers...
Oh the way that young... that young lovers...
That young lovers do.

(Jeff Buckley)

Easy

Know it sounds funny
But, I just can't stand the pain
Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole, and I borrowed! (yeah)
Ooh that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning!
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me! Whoa, oh! Babe!
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, yeah
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning, whoa
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning, yeah
'Cause I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning

(Faith No More)

A Memória

(Orelha Negra)

Temptation

Heaven, a gateway of hope
Just like a feeling inside, it's no joke
And though it hurts me to treat you this way
You treat my words, I never heard, too hard to say

Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Each way I turn, I know I'll always try
To break this circle that's been placed around me
From time to time, I find I've lost some need
And what's emerging to myself, I do believe

Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got grey eyes
Oh, you've got green eyes
Oh, you've got blue eyes
Oh, you've got grey eyes


And I've never met anyone quite like you before
No, I've never met anyone quite like you before

Bolts from above hit the people down below
People in this world without no place to go
Bolts from above hit the people down below
People in this world we have no place to go
Bolts from above hit the people down below
People in this world we have no place to go
Bolts from above hit the people down below
People in this world we have no place to go

Oh, it's the last time
Oh, it's the last time
Oh, it's the last time
Oh, it's the last time
Oh, it's the last time

Oh, I've never met anyone quite like you before
Oh no, I've never met anyone quite like you before

(New Order)

All My Little Words

You are a splendid butterfly
It is your wings that make you beautiful
And I could make you fly away
But I could never make you stay
You said you were in love with me
Both of us know that that's impossible
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn't matter what I'll do
Not for all my little words

Now that you've made me want to die
You tell me that you're unboyfriendable
And I could make you pay and pay
But I could never make you stay

(The Magnetic Fields)

Lost In Laos

(Dengue Fever)

You're A Holy Man

You're a holy man
And you've ever been
And the heaven blue
Arrays the valley green

And a golden sun
In a day will go
Once around the land
Is all you need to know
And all your geese are in a row

But friend I fear the thing
Is surely coming
I hope you stay
Holy

You're a holy man
At the ears of kings
Who give audience
To the droll and common things

But friend I fear the thing
Is surely on the wing
I hope you stay
Holy

Be at ease with all
Who abide in you
Though a holy man
Would be wholly wiser to

Fear them approaching
Whose feet are thundering
And hope to stay
Holy

(Nina Nastasia)

Solid Gold

Follow the golden fox
Through the golden door
Take the golden key
Go down the golden hall

Through the golden filter
See the golden light
Through the golden filter
See the golden light

Give it one last try
Make it solid gold
Give it one last try
Make it solid gold

(The Golden Filter)

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime

Change your heart
Look around you
Change your heart
It will astound you
I need your lovin'
Like the sunshine

Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Change your heart
Look around you
Change your heart
Will astound you
I need your lovin'
Like the sunshine

Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime

I need your lovin'
Like the sunshine

Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime

(Beck)